We open social networks - and before our eyes: ideal pairs on the beach, breakfasts on bed, bouquets for half-rooms and kisses against the background of sunsets. Social networks draw a picture of love, from which the heart freezes. But the longer you look at it, the more difficult it is to return to reality.

In a world where there is so much about passion, charisma, confidence and “sparkles”, tenderness often remains in the shade. It seems that it is too soft, not so exciting, does not excite the blood ... But it is in it that the depth is hidden, without which it is impossible to build a real proximity.

Not perfect. Not always strong. Sometimes I am silent because there is not enough words. Sometimes I cry because the heart gets tired. But always - I feel.

When the relationship is just beginning, we notice every little thing. Message in the morning - a small holiday. A smile in response is almost recognition. But time passes, and what used to touch to tears becomes “granted.” We cease to notice what actually speaks of love.

Sometimes we fall in love not just into a person, but into his pain, in his complexity, in his “broken” parts. It seems to us that it is we can save him, change, pull him out of the darkness. This is not just romance - this is what psychologists call the "rescuer syndrome."

Love, which has hundreds or thousands of kilometers between two hearts, is always a challenge. It requires more patience, more trust and much more effort than relationships, where you can just meet after work and hug each other. The distance either checks feelings, or slowly destroys them. But what does it depend on?

After a quarrel, silence occurs. Everything seems to be said - sometimes too much, sometimes too sharply. And then a pause comes. It can last minutes, hours or even days. And in this silence there are two people who still love each other, continue to be silent ... Each for their own reasons.

Not “tolerate” or “accept,” but love. It's been a long journey — through tons of foundation, filters, likes, insecurities, envy, and comparisons.

The morning began as usual: I walked into the coffee shop on the corner, the same line, the same faces. A little sleepy, a little lost in their own thoughts. I walked up to the counter, ordered my latte, and was about to take out my phone when suddenly the barista—a young guy with freckles and a friendly smile—said:

There are days when you wake up in a warm bed, everything seems fine: your favorite mug is in its place, coffee smells cozy, and you can hear children laughing and running around in the yard. But inside, you feel empty. It doesn't hurt, it's not scary. It's just... quiet.

And me, for example, I have exactly 0 experience in relationships... almost none. And you know what? It does not make me sad or panic. On the contrary — it’s my little pride!

For most of my life, I was completely immersed in my studies. I studied well, both at school and then at university, because for me, education was almost sacred. It was my way of building my future, of controlling at least something in this chaotic world.

Sharp, bold, with a hint - this is how you can characterize this statement. Indeed, a woman's dress is not just a piece of fabric, it is a language, a mood, a fine line between mystery and frankness. It should protect - but not hide, seduce - but not be vulgar, intrigue - but not be flashy.

You can follow the most exquisite recipe, you can use only farm products and cook in pots costing hundreds of dollars. But if there is no warmth in your heart, all this will be just food. And not a dinner that gathers the family around the table, brings back childhood and warms the soul.

How often do we hear: "Oh, if only I could have those carefree twenties back!" But I don't. Never. Because those same twenties are not so much freedom as a search. A search for yourself, your place, your boundaries and your value. This is the age when you look in the mirror and don't understand: is this you? When you are not yet confident in yourself, try on other people's opinions, are afraid of being inconvenient and desperately want to please everyone at once.

A woman's love is like an ocean. Warm, deep, bottomless. It gives strength, inspires, embraces the soul and heals old wounds. When a woman loves, she gives herself completely. She cares, inspires, forgives, waits, hopes. She believes - even when it is already difficult. And she stays - even when it hurts.

Envy is a feeling that is rarely spoken about out loud, but almost everyone has felt it at least once or become its object. This is an emotion that no one likes to admit, but which can tell a lot about both the one who envies and the one who is envied.

Beauty is like a rare talent: it is admired, talked about, remembered. For centuries, female attractiveness has been praised by poets, inspired artists and driven men crazy. But at the same time, it can become a test - a fine line between admiration and perception solely as a beautiful cover.

Hi, I'm Elena - new to this site and looking for my love

Love, tenderness, romance… It’s like morning fog over a lake: barely perceptible, but absolutely real. It’s something you feel with your skin, your heart, the look of your loved one